Theodora jumped at the sound of his rough baritone voice. It came from across the room, but it felt like it was sliding over her skin. Goose bumps broke out across her nape and a tingling sensation of pleasure shot through her. Her tongue glided across her plump bottom lip as she watched him interact with one of the waitresses.
He was good with people. It was one of the first things she’d noticed about him.
That and his hands.
He had great hands. Long, slightly thick fingers and wide, masculine palms.
She couldn’t help but imagine those fingers on her flesh. Talented, blunt, golden fingers teasing her warm chocolate breasts. Theodora bit her bottom lip in sexual frustration as she watched him hand the waitress a dessert plate heaping with a slice of her infamous coconut chocolate three layer cake.
She was chagrined when she realized her nipples had instantly hardened and her palms were starting to sweat. She was a horny sixteen-year-old all over again.
Apparently her status in high school still haunted her. She would always feel like that overweight girl who couldn’t attract the attention of the hot guy.
Once a chubby nerd, always a chubby nerd
. She wiped her sweaty palms down her jeans pant leg and flashed a smile at the customer asking her opinion of what was best at the Sweet Shoppe. She answered the young man without taking her eyes off of him
. The customer turned to his date and asked her what she thought of the choices Theodora had mouthed off without thinking. The act gave her a little more time to watch Alejandro, give him her undivided attention.
She really had it bad!
He patted the shoulder of one of the waiters before turning in her direction. Theodora immediately felt her body come alive.
, she thought before bending low and scooping some of the strawberry cheesecake gelato into a medium container. She smiled at the customer as she handed him and his girlfriend the sweet confection.
“Evening, Theodora,” he said before grabbing one of the red aprons from the peg in the corner.
“Good evening,” she said without looking him in the eye. She started to turn and walk into the back room when he stepped in her way.
“Good evening, Theodora Adams.” The smirk on his handsome face told her he was enjoying her discomfort. She hated the fact that he was a) doing it on purpose and b) knew he could get a rise out of her.
, she thought as she stared at his sneakers. I’m too old for this shit!
Alejandro teased her and only her. He never once even looked at the other girls the way he looked at her. It should have made her feel special. It only made her feel more self-conscious.
Alejandro was young, sexy, and handsome. He could have any woman in the world and he chose to target his devastating comments at her.
Maybe he was deranged.
She couldn’t help wondering if he teased her because she was safe. With the other female employees he would have to worry about following through with his innuendos. Or maybe he just got a kick out of torturing a woman who should know better.
Theodora looked him in the eye for a few seconds before responding. “Good evening, Alejandro Alba. Now will you get out of my way?” she said with one raised eyebrow.
“For you, boss, I’d do a lot more than that,” he teased. His accent was strong, thick, and dark like molasses. Even though she was emotionless on the outside, her body was singing and humming to every syllable he had uttered. Her heart raced, her skin itched, her belly refused to stay still. If that wasn’t enough, her panties were damp.
With one smug look the bastard had set her thong on fire.
When she didn’t respond to his blatant sexual innuendo he shrugged one large muscular shoulder before leaving her path.
The moment Theodora closed the back room door behind her she breathed out a sigh of relief before sagging against the cool wood.
He was getting more brazen. The teasing, sexual comments were not only coming more frequently, they were getting more overt and steamier.
It was as though he was trying to punish her. She wasn’t sure what she had done wrong, but she was definitely serving her time.
Either that or Alejandro was trying to break her down. Every time he said something that bordered on indecent she felt her resistance wither away.
If he kept it up, Theodora was going to throw her little five feet two body at his six feet three frame and take him for all he was worth.
She lifted her gaze to the sky before breathing out a sigh of relief. This was Alejandro’s last quarter at school. Soon he would have his MBA and then he would be looking for a real job, something that could pay for more than his groceries.
And when that happened she wouldn’t have anything to look forward to in the morning. As much as she hated to admit it, she woke up every morning hoping that Alejandro would be working on her shift.
“Damned if you do, damned if you don’t,” she muttered to herself before striding over to the back fridge.
“Damned if you do what?”
Theodora almost jumped out of her skin at the sound of Betsy’s voice. “Jesus Christ,” she said in a breathless gasp as she held one palm against her rapidly pounding heart. “Thanks for shaving ten years off my life. Unlike you I appreciated those years.”
“Damned if you do what, Theo?” said the seventeen-year-old waitress.
Theodora eyed the perky brunette before continuing her steps to the refrigerator. At thirty-five, Theodora wasn’t what one would consider old, but since she kept surrounding herself with pubescent teens, she felt like Old Mother Goose.
She might have to implement an age requirement just so she could start feeling her age.
“What are you talking about?” Theo called over her shoulder before bending low and pulling the freshly made Boston cream pie from the refrigerator.
“What are you talking about?”
“Betsy, what are you talking about?”
“I don’t know anymore,” Betsy said before turning and walking out of the back room.
The moment Betsy walked out, Theodora breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness teenagers had the attention spans of gnats.
I am really going to have to stop becoming everyone’s friend, especially my employees’ friend
, she thought as she carried the large Boston cream pie to the storefront.
The moment she kicked open the back door, Alejandro was there, taking the pie from her hands. His hands brushed against hers and she immediately felt her body tighten with desire.
She gave him a brittle smile before turning away and rushing over to the ordering counter to help the next customer in line. But Theodora didn’t turn around quick enough to miss Alejandro’s flashing smile and the knowing look in his eyes.
He knew she wanted him.
The end of the semester couldn’t come soon enough.